Nothing extravagant, but something useful - or nice. Sharing presents at the time of the Winter solstice was not a necessity, but an old tradition - s...mething that happened among families and close friends. Giving presents to both girls and their parents was something that emphasized the change in the relationship between those two families and me. Like, it hadn’t happened already?Perhaps the party with those two families and I wasn’t that big, but there was plenty of food, and even more drinks. My muscles contracted around him as I showered him with cum. The movement became slick, and he slid in and out even faster now. I sat up straight and leaned back toward him. He grabbed my hair with his right hand and left breast with his other hand. I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck. His breath caressed my cheek and shoulder as the whispered in my ear, "Not yet. Not…yet…" He let go with his right hand and eased me back toward the couch. He just kept pounding me with that beautiful. When they left to make their own lives, what would that leave you? Your pathetic loser, cuckold husband. Your fifth choice. Unless, well I noticed the three of them have only two fathers so maybe I'm actually only your sixth choice." A mother is supposed to love her children," she shouted."There weren't any children when you decided you needed to move me down to third. Each one was a choice over me."My voice was calm. But that didn't ease her agitation."You didn't know that. You just started to. I needed to take a break and shake the kinks out anyway.” He closed the door, and then took a seat in one of the chairs facing my desk, clearing his throat nervously. Without beating around the bush or making any small talk, he got right to the point; I admire that about Oscar, he has a tendency to say what’s on his mind! “Dave, I wanted to explain about the party, and Charlie fucking my wife. I didn’t want you to think badly of anyone.” I laughed. “Good morning to you too, Oscar; did you have.